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Monday, December 24, 2012

Winter's Fury by Richard M. Heredia @RichardMHeredia

After the Rending of the Twelve from the World of Man and the Melding
fast upon them, the Guardians and their familiars – the Fist – must
venture out into a world unlike any other, a mixed world that resembles
all that they remember from home, but is much, much more.

It is a
hostile place filled with vicious creatures and diabolic foliage, where
the icy grip of winter holds sway over all and a constant blizzard
blankets the landscape in an unrelenting deluge of snow. The air is
frozen and the wind is brutal, and yet the Twelve have no choice. They
must leave the confines of their warm sanctuary and search. They must
search for the remaining members of their group. They must search for
the Gifts that lay dormant within them. They must try to do whatever
they can to find a way to survive. They need food. They need clothing.
They need permanent shelter.

They must leave; they have too, for time is running out.

The
minions of Storm are already flooding onto the Melded World in droves.
Fenris dok Kor, the Snowman’s Hand, Vallum, the Master Preost, and
Ingheldir, the greatest tracker of Flesh to have ever lived, are but a
few of the many vile creatures that quest for the blood of the Twelve.

For,
it is the blood of the Twelve that will unlock the Great Maelstrom from
his prison. It is their lives that must be forfeit in order to forge a
permanent bridge between the known universes, and unleash the Snowman
upon them all.

The Twelve must hurry.

War is coming, and on the Melded World the fate of all things will be decided.